Vita Sackville-West -- 8 september 1951

It is a long time since I have put down any dreams. I think it may be rather boring, meaning nothing except to oneself. I did however have a dream out of which I think I might make a poem — a real deep poem of experience.
Anyhow I don't want to put that down now — I wanted only to record a recurrent dream I have:
It is a recurrent dream about a party where I am very popular. Very much in demand. Everybody likes me — and clusters round me, and makes a fuss of me. I can very easily interpret this dream: it goes right back to when I came out and nobody liked me — and I supposc I minded.
This dream was very vivid. It took place at Sissinghurst. I went down towards the moat, and round a sort of arch like a bridge through which I went, and there I found a sort of community of young pcople making pots. Young potters in fact. They were all very gay and they were dressed in brightly coloured clothes, and they all seemed to accept me as one of themselvcs which pleased me. I forget what happencd then - except that I woke up wishing I could find that arch and still feeling surprised that I had never noticed it or found my way through it — or up a sort of paved way towards the place where the young potters were working.


Vita Sackville-West (1892-1962) was een Engelse schrijfster. Delen uit haar dagboeken zijn opgenomen in Selected writings.